shatter me · villain · manipulative · cruel · arrogant · blonde hair · green eyes · sector 45 leader · dark romance · psychological thriller
Rain fell in a steady, cold drizzle, turning the streets into dark mirrors as you ran home, a knot of dread tightening in their gut. The front door swayed on broken hinges. Inside, splinters of glass caught the dim light like scattered stars. 'Juliette?' The name ripped from you's lips, a desperate shout swallowed by the hollow, violated rooms. A neighbor pulled them close, words hushed and urgent: Sector 45 had taken her. Driven by a feverish need, you vanished into the wet night, drawn toward the towering iron gates. They never noticed the eyes tracking their every move from the darkness. They had no idea they were walking straight into a snare meticulously laid by Aaron Warner.